The night seems to sway as the bountiful flora of Alola dance in the gentle breeze and the faint scent of seasalt somehow still manages to meet the noses of every resident in Iki town. The wingulls that seem to incessantly linger overhead have returned to their nests, the village has quieted in the name of slumber. Through the window glows the virgin white of a full moon and starry ceiling, providing just enough light to keep the lamps off while still faint enough to guide hard-laboring adults and children scared of the dark alike into the sweet embrace of sleep.

Unfortunately, one particular adult doesn't seem to be affected by Lady Hina's attempts to soothe him. Not yet, at least.

Meticulously yet efficiently, Hala's weathered hands tinker with the Z-Ring on his desk, yet he remains sat up properly. Hala's got glasses for poor eyesight-he doesn't need to ruin his back even more by hunching like Guzma just to see. Though worn down by time and a tad bit of arthritis, Hala's fingers still remain nimble as he attaches the last piece of the bracelet. He sighs, slumping back in his chair a bit before glancing at his clock for the time.

1:57 am? Where did the hours go?

His brown eyes meet the desk he'd been sitting at for the past uncounted hours as a hand comes up to rub his right eye. His fingers ached from age, but he'd long grown used to it. A long yawn escaped his lips. His eyelids grew heavier as his tired gaze met the pokeballs on his desk, holding his sleeping companions. His joints creaked and popped far louder than they should've when he gained the willpower to stand from his chair, finding that his backside was a bit sore and that the cushion of the chair was beginning to weather from far too many hours spent at it for his age.

It was like the world was begging him to stop working so much.

But, as Kahuna, he doesn't get the luxury of listening, because Tapu Koko has yet to choose a successor for him. That's good for his brain anyway-what would he even do in retirement, anyway? Sit on his ass and do fuck-all for the rest of his life?

"I'm so old.." Hala muttered to himself, realizing how much he'd had to think about retirement here lately. He dragged a hand over his face and decided actually going to his bed was too much work, so he got his favorite throw blanket off the armchair's side and sunk into it's soft cushions.

Tapus, this chair is older than him..

Hala's shoulders slumped with the weight of exhaustion, and yet no matter how much breathing he did, his mind never seemed to quiet enough to sleep. So, he did what he always did on sleepless nights: he reluctantly stood from his chair and steeped Kava in coconut water. "E Hoomaha," As tutu always used to say. The thought of him made his heart sull, just a little.

56 years since he passed, and yet Hala still misses him.

He pulled the hot drink off the stove, poured it into his favorite mug, and turned around only to find another person trudging sleepily into the kitchen.

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